A rural road is filled with holes

By a field where wheat stalks grow

 

Windblown grass will dance and sway

And Cerenox come out to play

 

Children of the grain and night

Like to give a certain fright

 

To the people of this town

Suburbanites on level ground

 

You my pass through from afar

 I tell you not to leave your car

 

I warn you, and I hope you listen

as Cerenox will remain hidden

 

Living in the tall-grown grass

Waiting until you trespass

 

Onto their old, ancient lands

Where they keep their full command 

 

Your phone will die, your heart will race

You never will escape this place

 

Night will fall, and so will you

With nothing to record your doom

 

I urge you, please, just stay inside

Your car if ever you may find

 

Yourself in this Kansas town

Of wheat so tall that you may drown

 

You think it delusion to be afraid

Of the monster only named

 

The Cerenox, but you will find

About this I have never lied

 

Against this foe, the future fails

The monster's roots will tip the scales

 

For Cerenox have lived without us

And will remain once we are dust

 

While we have our innovation

It helps none in preparation

 

For the time when all are slain

With nothing left except the grain